test drive meme #15

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to knock you out, drag you back to its cave, and hang you upside down for some reason. This time, the Door has brought in a number of Wampas, from the Star Wars movies.

Wampas are large and furry, in order to stay warm and alive on their native ice planet of Hoth. While their white fur helps them blend in at home, it's less helpful in Hadriel - but that's fine! They're giant and terrifying with big claws and teeth, they don't really need camouflage too. They'll be more than happy to hunt you down - and if they don't eat you right there, they could knock you out and take you home for a later meal. If you wake up in a wampa cave, let's hope you remembered your lightsaber.]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: WE'RE ALL PISSED OFF HERE
[For some reason, something's just pissing you off today. It's something weird, too, something that wouldn't normally bother you at all. Maybe it's jackets or buildings with too many windows. Maybe it's animals or the simple act of sleeping. Whatever it is, it's total bullshit and you hate it.

What are you gonna do about it? Smash some windows? Kick a puppy? Or hey, maybe you'll run across someone who hates that thing just as much as you do, and you'll make a new friend! Or a new enemy, if they're wearing that most horrible of wardrobe items, a jacket.

This is a mini version of our Why Do You Have To Be Mad? event this month!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON
[Generosity and charity have infected the city! And hey, that's a good thing, right? Hadriel could use a little more kindness. Who knows what's causing it - Delight is probably bored - but whatever it is, maybe it's affected you, too.

If it has, you'll be inspired by the desire to give gifts to your friends, your family, that stranger across the street. Of course, Hadriel doesn't have a lot of gift shops, so... well, maybe you should just give them the shirt off your back? Or hey, smash a shop window and grab that can of beans, they'll love that! You could even steal your friend's favorite jacket and give it to your other friend. How generous of you!

Or maybe you're totally unaffected, and a complete stranger just ran up to you on the street and tried to give you a shirt they ripped off their friend. It's, uh. Not weird. Aren't you gonna say thank you?]

Comments

Anakin Skywalker [Star Wars]

[prophesiedone]

[F e a r]

[Fear is an emotion he knows well. He lives with it daily and lays awake at night while it gnaws at his core. Companions have never been so constant as it and he is accustomed to letting it guide him as of late. Why should fear be a weakness, after all? He can put it to work and reap the benefits.

The Wampas are indeed ferocious, but any who try to knock him unconscious will find themselves in pieces thanks to his power. Lightsabers are handy, yes, however he can choke the life from any being, constricting the throat until no air can flow.

Anyone who crosses paths with him will see him, arm outstretched, face set into a dark scowl, standing mere feet from a choking beast. Perhaps the other Wampas will learn to hunt cautiously and not carry Force users off like a sack of potatoes.]

[R a g e]

[Second to his fear is his rage. Anakin feels the hot emotion flowing through his veins and making him mightier than ever. With his lightsaber drawn, he enters the city and cuts down any and all who catch his eye. Let us hope the "any and all" refer to buildings and other inanimate objects otherwise he is making quite a name for himself.

As any Sith would.]

Fear

[mismanagement]

[By this point it's become routine, the expected thing. Wake up, deal with newcomers, deter and occasionally kill whatever horrors the gods have decided to drag through the door. As always.

She doesn't expect to recognize the monster. Or the power that's currently choking the life out of it.

It's too late to back away. Maketh lowers her rifle. It won't help against a Force-user that strong.]

Just kill it already.

[prophesiedone]

[Certainly not. In his current mood, Anakin is likely to send her bullets back at her.]

Why should I show it mercy? [His fingers tighten and the windpipe is crushed. The creature falls into a heap and he draws his lightsaber.] Who are you?

[mismanagement]

[Maketh grimaces, fighting the urge to back up. She holds her ground.] I'd suggest saving your strength for an enemy that matters.

[Not that he seems to have an issue there. She should have just backed away when she had the chance.]

No one important. A guardswoman.

[prophesiedone]

You? [He cannot afford to trust a stranger and she is armed.] What are you guarding?

[Vaguely, he motions around them.] Wampas?

[mismanagement]

The people here. [She eyes the dead wampa with distaste.] Are you---a Jedi?

[He's not one of the Inquisitors. The clothes are all wrong. She'd rather he be a Jedi than the alternative, though.]

[prophesiedone]

I was. [He has embraced a new destiny; a new role.] Do you trust Jedi blindly? You shouldn't.

fear

[therewillbeorder]

[He's sick of the wampas. They are easy to avoid for the most part as they stand out since this isn't Hoth but it still posed an annoyance to going about his business.

He kept a blaster in hand, pausing when he heard the sound of a lightsaber activating nearby. He couldn't see its user but he knew the sound of Ren's altered sword. It could be Ahsoka but something made him step forward to see a wampa on the ground, writhing in pain.

The holos he had seen fo the Clone Wars and the supposed hero of the Republic had been less than clear but he still recognized the man he saw before him. He lowered his blaster, eyes wide. He wasn't sure if it was Anakin Skywalker or Vader who stood before him but either way, he would have to be careful.

He wasn't going to hide and so made no effort to silence his footsteps as he approached, blaster lowered.]

[prophesiedone]

[There is a satisfying crunch - for the sadistic - when the Wampa's throat is crushed. Anakin watches emotionlessly as the creature crumples to the ground. Then he reaches out with the Force, quick as lightning, letting Hux know he is aware of his presence by locking the man's blaster wielding hand - and arm - against his side.

No, he does not take chances.] Sneaking, are we?

[therewillbeorder]

Sneaking up on a Jedi isn't exactly one of my skills. [He frowned with annoyance at Anakin holding his arm down but he didn't struggle, allowing himself to keep his gaze on Anakin.

He still couldn't figure out who Anakin was just yet but he would let Anakin ask the questions for now instead of volunteering information.]

You've just arrived, I take it.

[Oh Kylo Ren was going to love or hate this.]

[prophesiedone]

It's good you're not sneaking up on a Jedi, then. [He motions at the blaster.] You might as well throw rocks; blasters are toys to me.

[With the smallest shift of his fingers, he releases Hux and sheathes his lightsaber.]

Unfortunately.

[therewillbeorder]

There have been several wampas about lately. I would have suggested being careful but it seems you have it in hand.

[He paused at Anakin's words, raising his eyebrows.] So you're not a Jedi anymore.

[It was a venture but those words and Anakin's demeanor was telling.]

[prophesiedone]

If a Wampa bested me, I wouldn't deserve my lightsaber. [His Force sensitivity makes it easy to pinpoint them and annihilate them.] Not anymore.

[Which isn't exactly well-known...yet. Once his actions become public, it is only a matter of time.]

rage and also oh my god hi

[fulcra]

[ something is familiar. something is angry. it feels like the same thing and it reminds her of reaching out in the cold to sense the sith lord, the tie fighter pilot, vader. ahsoka follows the sensation if only because she feels compelled to protect this place and the people in it, but nearly loses her nerve when it's not vader- just anakin.

whether or not he can sense her approach, she stops a few feet behind him as he continues to destroy whatever bit of property seems to be angering him. she has to stop it. no one else can, she thinks.

and she abandoned him, didn't she? that makes this her responsibility. ]

I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

[ her voice is loud and even, her lightsabers still hanging from her hips. ]

hi <3

[prophesiedone]

[He has never been level-headed in his anger. No matter how often Obi-Wan tried to calm his mind, it still has a tendency to fall into chaos until he rights the wrongs that caused his fury. When he can't right them, however, he loses himself further and further in the Darkness.

Ahsoka used to be one of his pillars of Light. For her and for Padmé and Obi-Wan too, he kept to the straight and narrow. Obviously he has left that path and embraced a feverish sort of delirium.

Her voice doesn't help matters and he turns, eyes flaring a pale yellow bordering on gold.]

...Snips. It has been awhile.

♥!!!!

[fulcra]

[ snips. oh force, she's not strong enough for this. ]

Yes. It has been.

[ longer for her than him, though. she's always made a point to never think too hard about their farewell on coruscant, before she'd headed to mandalore with rex and their men, because for years it had only meant a goodbye to someone so important to her that she would never see again. and now she hated to think about it because she couldn't ignore that he hadn't died, just turned into something she could hardly believe was still her old master. this almost feels like a bridge between the two and it's... upsetting, to say the least. ]

Anakin, what are you doing?

♥♥♥!!!!

[prophesiedone]

[Anakin is in the midst of dying. He sees his true end in the lava of Mustafar after battling Obi-Wan so recklessly; so angrily. His pain is like a great pressure; sometimes it rumbles and shakes the world around him, killing his hope and his tethers to the Light. Palpatine has taught him that it is best to use the pain instead of being a victim to it and that seems far more alluring that falling into a deep, dark, useless depression.

No one can help him. No one can save him. He must save himself as Darth Vader.]

I felt such anger and I needed to vent. [It hurts to turn to face her. What little sanity is left to him quails at her expression. He is hurting her. He knows it too and he cannot stop.]

You've been here longer than I have, Snips. Is this common?

[fulcra]

It is, yes. The technology that brings people here doesn't care what planet or universe they come from, or what time, for that matter.

[ it would be easy to leave it at that, to imply she's lived here for sixteen years instead of living the life she had back in their home galaxy, with the rebellion. and ahsoka does consider it for a moment, but she knows the guilt of dishonesty would give her away. anakin knew her so well as a teenager that she's pretty sure he'd still catch on her on something like that now, no matter how she's grown and matured. ]

But... [ she pauses for a deep breath. ] Even before I arrived here, it had been some time since we last saw one another on Coruscant.

[prophesiedone]

Am I to understand that you have grown here, away from all we know? [He isn't certain he is going to buy that. She is an adult and the last time they spoke, she had been...much younger.] How many years has it been?

[His gaze is piercing, paranoia and pride mixing in such a way to make him sensitive to the smallest of waves in the Force surrounding her.]

You left me. Obi-Wan betrayed me. Padmé is going to die. [Despite those dark words, he smiles.] But I have a plan.

Rage

[darthvaderfanboy]

[He senses it from halfway across the city. Someone is here, someone powerful in the ways of the Force. It's like someone has touched a live wire to the Dark Side, harnessing all of it in ways he's never been able to do.

When he finds Anakin in Hadriel, he just stops and stares, recognizing him from the old holos. He should have known. Of course the most powerful would have been drawn here. He approaches cautiously and with respect, sweeping into a low bow. His vocoder flattens out any emotion in his tone.]

Lord Vader. It's an honor.

[prophesiedone]

[Once he made his decision to hold power above all else, he committed himself to a life of loneliness and pain. Ironically that pain works in his favor, adding to his strength until it is greater than Palpatine's (and the man well knows it - thus why he designs a way to keep Vader under his thumb).

Kylo will not find a triumphant victor standing before him, but rather a young man who has seen too much agony. Anakin is broken; unhinged. He blinks, uncomprehendingly, unused to someone bowing to him.

But this is how it will be and he quickly smirks, though the expression does not touch his eyes.]

Why do you consider it an honor?

[darthvaderfanboy]

[He's dreamed of this moment for so long. All he's ever wanted was to live up to the legacy of his grandfather and now here's the man in the flesh. Kylo wonders at what point he's from, considering he's without his suit and mask. He rises back up, studying Vader carefully.]

You're the greatest Sith Lord that ever lived. Why wouldn't I?

[The words may be flattery, but Kylo Ren is no fawning sycophant crawling on his belly. They're said in the same simple tone as one would say the sky is blue. It's a fact being stated. Kylo has a habit of putting the people in his life up on a pedestal. Once, that had been his parents. When they ended up disappointing him, he'd turned to someone who never could.]

[prophesiedone]

[He is from a point where he is torn but mired deep in shadow. Anakin Skywalker will soon die or sleep only be reawakened by Luke's cries of pain. His smile is seemingly warm with delight at the pronouncement, but his eyes are pale and his gaze is difficult to meet and hold. Madness is lurking within the golden depths, sanity holding onto a fraying thread.]

You are a Sith? [With a brief jerk of his chin, he motions at the mask.] Why do you wear that?

[darthvaderfanboy]

[Kylo senses a little through the Force of what makes up the man facing him. Where he had expected to find a bedrock of sureness seems to be fraught with cracks. Truth be told, it reminds Kylo more of his own mind than anything else. This is a disturbing revelation.]

Not yet. [Words that are galling to say. He's failed thus far in his quest to purge himself of the Light.] I'm a Knight of Ren.

[He ducks his helmeted head down, suddenly more awkward than he had been a moment ago.] It's out of respect for your memory.

rage

[bravebuns]

[Leia's not in the right place and it's definitely not the right time. Somehow she manages to avoid getting cut down by him, gripping her blaster and almost firing. He's not armored like Imperial Stormtroopers though, and this place is strange enough that she's not keen on killing people without thought like he seems bent on doing. Instead, she keeps her blaster raised and scowls towards him.]

Why don't you watch where you're swinging that thing!